The two hidden cameras caught it all.
it was midnight, time to close the store.
he slipped two twenty dollar bills in his hip pocket
as he counted out the register...
As he dropped the days receipts into the floor safe,
he was thinking...
he wished he'd never borrowed that forty dollars from mom.
As he stepped out into the cold night he felt the pelting rain hit his
face... he turned to lock the door and felt something cold
and very hard press into his head...
"gimmie your money....now"
I have no money...
"Im not playing...now"
here...it's all I have forty dollars.
"broke *** *****
He never heard the gunshot, as the bullet deposited the front of his face
onto the store front...
Karma's a bitch...I should of paid mom next week...
As the perpetrator turned and stuck the gun back in his pocket,
he thought to himself...finally...I can give dad back that forty dollars I owe him...
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
The two hidden cameras caught it all.
it was midnight, time to close the store.
he slipped two twenty dollar bills in his hip pocket
as he counted out the register...
As he dropped the days receipts into the floor safe,
he was thinking...
he wished he'd never borrowed that forty dollars from mom.
As he stepped out into the cold night he felt the pelting rain hit his
face... he turned to lock the door and felt something cold
and very hard press into his head...
"gimmie your money....now"
I have no money...
"Im not playing...now"
here...it's all I have forty dollars.
"broke *** *****
He never heard the gunshot, as the bullet deposited the front of his face
onto the store front...
Karma's a bitch...I should of paid mom next week...
As the perpetrator turned and stuck the gun back in his pocket,
he thought to himself...finally...I can give dad back that forty dollars I owe him...
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